Nearly every morning of the past 70 days spent in our new place, I’ve opened my eyes and marveled at this gift of a view from our master bedroom window: the stark silhouette of our big Oak’s branches against a morning sky that is sometimes gray, often gleaming blue, and today – my favorite! – the fiery gold of a choir of trees serenading us with a reflected sunrise peeking up over the opposite horizon.
Every morning, I awaken to magic out my window and rise with gratitude in my heart. I am thankful for this view (which does not suck). I am grateful for this house, which has so very quickly become home. And I am blessed by this life, which is overflowing with love and beauty.